Zetel of Stablos

Once, the Zetel of Stablos was a proud temple built of granite pillars and balanced arches, a sanctuary of quiet strength where the faithful came to find equilibrium between chaos and order. Now it is nothing more than a blackened husk, its walls collapsed inward from flame and its sacred halls reduced to rubble. The Red Blades of Dhara declared it blasphemous and burned it in the night, leaving its followers scattered or branded into obedience. Yet in the ruins, a strange stillness lingers. Some say when the wind blows through the cracked stones, it carries the deep, resonant sound of a voice too vast to be silenced. Others claim that Stablos himself has not yet abandoned them. That balance, though broken, will someday be restored.
  Now little more than charred ruins, this once-proud church honoured Stablos, god of stone and balance. The Order of the Red Blade burned it to the ground in their zealotry, leaving only blackened arches and a faithful few who linger to mourn. Among them, the last Hiskovan of Stablos whispers oaths of vengeance, his prayers carried on smouldering air. Erdit was a foundation of this town but is now set on toppling everything it has become.